Escape Goat
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(Note: I’m the Scapegoat / Lost Child and Asperger-autistic)
Sven and I had a long history together as high school chums and although both of us were finished with it some years prior, we continued to correspond and sometimes go fishing. If there was any social group in that little mining town that had it in them to not judge me so harshly and reject me so vigorously, it was Sven, his family, and his entourage. It was as if I fitted flawlessly within their Scandinavian culture. He and his family had many times invited me to their functions, picnics, and fishing outings.
My Golden Child sister also hung out a lot with his sister, Britta, and their family lived across the street from me. That day, that year, my GC sister and Britta were graduating from high school. When we attended the ceremony, our families ran into each other and exchanged pleasantries. Mom was right there when Sven chirped: “come down to our place for a drink and hang out a bit”. They were hosting a social for Britta’s graduation, which I didn’t know until I got there. Considering my long history with them as family friends, I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary or inappropriate. They offered, I accepted.
Mom was all smiles as she handed me a big platter of munchies to bring to the party. When I got there I got chatting up as usual with Sven and his father. I had been employed by Sven’s father’s construction business one summer and he had also twice helped me get summer jobs in other departments of his mining and exploration firm. We had a long, solid and wholesome history.
The conversations –as usual with them- were as always witty and intelligent. And then all those really pretty girls started to show up. 3 of them walked up to me and Sven and joined the conversation. For me all the right words came out at all the right times. I was on a roll. Up to that moment I had been one of those guys who couldn’t score with girls if my life depended on it. This time it was different, and it was magical. It seemed I was on the cusp: I had a sense of knowing at least one of the girls would want to get to know me better.
And then my GC sister lightly pinched me on the arm to get my attention: “Mon wants to talk to you”.
“I’ll be right back”
“Mom, you wanted to talk to me?”
Her response was terse and angry: “You have no business being there!”
But M-
As usual, I was NEVER, EVER allowed to speak in my own defense let alone explain when targeted by another of Mom’s long, harsh, and shrill diatribes. I had meant to say that “they invited me, I accepted” but there was never any such chance in an argument with Mom. There was no explanation; just that my younger Clown / Mascot brother was graduating next year and that I would “have the chance to be part of the reception at our own house”. For all it was worth, I had no desire to be part of that. Anyway, I knew that I was going to be out on my own before then. Where? I didn’t know but I knew I had to start planning as of that moment. I was in my early 20’s and it was time anyway.
There are no words to describe how I felt about having an opportunity like that torn away from me by the very woman who should have been happy to see me “find the right girl” as my 2 brothers did, seemingly as if provided by a divine source.
Considering Mom’s skill, intelligence, and passion for arguing, she could have been a highly successful and prosperous lawyer. I wanted to retort: “Forget it. I won’t be here anymore by that time anyway”, but I remained silent to keep the peace. I looked at her wordlessly, then turned and walked away. I silently began to concoct my own plan: to catch a moment such as their going out of town in my no-regrets absence, and then take the Greyhound to the furthest part of the country to where I now was, settle there, change my identity, and take an unlisted phone number.
That night, I cried myself to sleep as I had done so many times so many nights. It was the only way I could cope with starting the next day with the stoicism I needed to get through.
So, fellow Scapegoats / Lost Children, was it that terrible and that inappropriate that I was deemed to be intrusive and/or seen as spoiling my GC sister’s Graduation Day, given this type of history as family friends and a chain of events like that? Was I seriously violating a social etiquette or was it just Mom protecting her darling little Princess? Honestly folks, tell it to me like it is.
Escape Goat
Sven and I had a long history together as high school chums and although both of us were finished with it some years prior, we continued to correspond and sometimes go fishing. If there was any social group in that little mining town that had it in them to not judge me so harshly and reject me so vigorously, it was Sven, his family, and his entourage. It was as if I fitted flawlessly within their Scandinavian culture. He and his family had many times invited me to their functions, picnics, and fishing outings.
My Golden Child sister also hung out a lot with his sister, Britta, and their family lived across the street from me. That day, that year, my GC sister and Britta were graduating from high school. When we attended the ceremony, our families ran into each other and exchanged pleasantries. Mom was right there when Sven chirped: “come down to our place for a drink and hang out a bit”. They were hosting a social for Britta’s graduation, which I didn’t know until I got there. Considering my long history with them as family friends, I couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary or inappropriate. They offered, I accepted.
Mom was all smiles as she handed me a big platter of munchies to bring to the party. When I got there I got chatting up as usual with Sven and his father. I had been employed by Sven’s father’s construction business one summer and he had also twice helped me get summer jobs in other departments of his mining and exploration firm. We had a long, solid and wholesome history.
The conversations –as usual with them- were as always witty and intelligent. And then all those really pretty girls started to show up. 3 of them walked up to me and Sven and joined the conversation. For me all the right words came out at all the right times. I was on a roll. Up to that moment I had been one of those guys who couldn’t score with girls if my life depended on it. This time it was different, and it was magical. It seemed I was on the cusp: I had a sense of knowing at least one of the girls would want to get to know me better.
And then my GC sister lightly pinched me on the arm to get my attention: “Mon wants to talk to you”.
“I’ll be right back”
“Mom, you wanted to talk to me?”
Her response was terse and angry: “You have no business being there!”
But M-
As usual, I was NEVER, EVER allowed to speak in my own defense let alone explain when targeted by another of Mom’s long, harsh, and shrill diatribes. I had meant to say that “they invited me, I accepted” but there was never any such chance in an argument with Mom. There was no explanation; just that my younger Clown / Mascot brother was graduating next year and that I would “have the chance to be part of the reception at our own house”. For all it was worth, I had no desire to be part of that. Anyway, I knew that I was going to be out on my own before then. Where? I didn’t know but I knew I had to start planning as of that moment. I was in my early 20’s and it was time anyway.
There are no words to describe how I felt about having an opportunity like that torn away from me by the very woman who should have been happy to see me “find the right girl” as my 2 brothers did, seemingly as if provided by a divine source.
Considering Mom’s skill, intelligence, and passion for arguing, she could have been a highly successful and prosperous lawyer. I wanted to retort: “Forget it. I won’t be here anymore by that time anyway”, but I remained silent to keep the peace. I looked at her wordlessly, then turned and walked away. I silently began to concoct my own plan: to catch a moment such as their going out of town in my no-regrets absence, and then take the Greyhound to the furthest part of the country to where I now was, settle there, change my identity, and take an unlisted phone number.
That night, I cried myself to sleep as I had done so many times so many nights. It was the only way I could cope with starting the next day with the stoicism I needed to get through.
So, fellow Scapegoats / Lost Children, was it that terrible and that inappropriate that I was deemed to be intrusive and/or seen as spoiling my GC sister’s Graduation Day, given this type of history as family friends and a chain of events like that? Was I seriously violating a social etiquette or was it just Mom protecting her darling little Princess? Honestly folks, tell it to me like it is.
Escape Goat
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